Chapter 40
Flora POV
Four days later
The walls were too quiet now.
The sunlight no longer felt warm. It spilled through the sheer curtains like faded memories, brushing gently against the carpeted floor, but I couldn't feel it. I just sat there-knees pulled to my chest, arms around them-as if curling into myself could make the guilt disappear.
It didn't.
It's been four days. Four days since Nanny bled on marble floors. Four days since I screamed so loud the chandeliers shook. Four days since Nicolas carried me out of that cursed hall and held me as I trembled.
And four days since I last spoke to anyone... except Lysa.
I hadn't cried again. Not because I didn't want to, but because the tears had dried into something heavier. Guilt had a way of hardening inside your chest until it pr
